we that love
for we that love are sad
so little peace we had
soon our dreams fade away
so imagined are they
we do not even feel
that they were truly real
such thought have I this night
that I should hold mine tight
kept in mind’s pondering
while love goes wandering
down paths of give and take
for mine or others’ sake
yet we should laugh and weep
our hopes and dreams are sweet
although of late estranged
and seeming somehow changed
by all our lonely years
for, love, we shed these tears
October 27th, 2004 at 2:44 am
So personal, the pain,
So universal, the cause.
If I may share one more of mine:
Lately,
I think of you,
Or who you might have been
If your world and mine had not touched
At all.
But then,
Your world touched mine,
And was consumed by it.
Yet, from the ashes we became,
You rose,
Gently,
Like a Mother,
Nurturing in herself
All the mothers who will ever
Be borne;
Mothers
Who, from daughters,
Become the Goddesses
Whose worlds touch the worlds of such fools,
As I.
October 28th, 2004 at 3:41 pm
*smiles softly*
Are we really such phoenixes?
October 29th, 2004 at 12:36 pm
Oh yes, and a great deal more.
Listen to Her song;
Hear the wind-whispers in willowed valleys,
And the singing streams, coursing like blood through veins.
Come and hear Her song,
Of wave-washed rocks, and silver, wind-swept shores,
And sea birds singing between moon and sun.
Listen to Her song;
Hers is the Mother-tongue of Earth-rumbling,
And sky-flashed drums rattling down rain-rhythms.
She is singing songs
The wolf child whimpers to welcome evening,
And hawks cry to joyously greet the day.
Listen to her song
Tell tales of flowered-fields, and dark forests
Filled with Life, dancing and singing with Life,
Hear Her song of love
November 23rd, 2004 at 1:55 am
*singing*
